On the park at St. Jamese's Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A67338 of text R8642 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing W504). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 7 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 3 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A67338 Wing W504 ESTC R8642 12381498 ocm 12381498 60778 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A67338) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 60778) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 904:4) On the park at St. Jamese's Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687. 4 p. Printed for Tho. Dring, [London?] : [1660?] Reproduction of original in Huntington Library. Caption title. A poem. eng Parks -- England -- London -- Poetry. A67338 R8642 (Wing W504). civilwar no On the park at St. Jamese's. Waller, Edmund 1660 1167 2 0 0 0 0 0 17 C The rate of 17 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2002-11 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2002-12 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-01 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2003-01 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion ON THE PARK AT St. JAMESE'S . OF the first Paradice , ther 's nothing found , Trees set by Heaven are vanish'd , and the ground , Yet the description lasts , who knows the fate Of lines that shall this Paradice relate ? In stead of Rivers rowling by the side Of Edens Garden , here flows in the Tide ; The Sea that alwayes serv'd his Empire , now Payes Tribute to our Princes pleasure too . Of antient Cities we the Founders know , But Rivers old as Seas to which they go Are natures bounty , 't is of more renown To make a River , than to build a Town . For future shade young Trees upon the bank Of the new stream appear in even rank ; The voyce of Orpheus , or Amphyon's hand In better order could not make them stand . May they increase as fast , and spread their bows , As the high fame of their great owner grows . May he live long enough to see them all Dark shadows cast , and as his Palace tall . Me thinks I hear the love that shall be made , The gallants dancing in the Amorous shade , The Lovers walking by the River side , They bath in Summer , and in Winter slide . Me thinks I hear the Musick in the Boats And the loud Eccho which returns their notes , Whil'st over head a flock of new sprung fowl Hang in the air , and do the Sun controul , Darkning the sky they hover or'e , and shrow'd The wanton Saylours with a feathered Cloud ; Beneath a shoal of silver fishes glides And playes about the gilded Barges sides ; A thousand Cupids on the billows ride , And Sea-Nymphs enter with the swelling tide , From Thetis sent as spies to make report And tell the wonders of her Soveraigns Court ▪ All that can living feed the greedy eye , Or dead the palat , here you may descry ; The choicest things that furnish'd Noah's Ark , Or Peter's sheet , inhabiting this Park , All with a Border of rich fruit-Trees Crown'd , Whose loaded branches hide the lofty Mound . Such various wayes the spacious Allies lead My doubtfull Muse knows not what path to tread . Yonder the Harvest of cold moneths laid up Gives a fresh coolnesse to the royal Cup ; Here Ice like Crystal firm , and never lost , Tempers hot Iuly with Decembers frost ; Winters dark prison , whence he cannot fly Tho the warm Spring his Enemy draw ny ; Strange that extremes should thus preserve the Snow High on the Alps , and in deep Caves below . Here a well polish'd Mall gives us the joy To see our Prince his matchlesse force imploy ; His manly posture , and his gracefull meen , Vigour and youth in all his actions seen , His shape so lovely , and his limbs so strong , Confirm our hopes we shall obey him long . No sooner has he touch'd the flying ball , But 't is already more than half the Mall , And such a fury from his arm hath got As from a smoaking Culverin 't were shot . May that ill fate my Enemies befall To stand before his anger , or his ball . Next this my Muse ( what most delights her ) sees A living Gallery of aged Trees , Bold Sons of Earth , that thrust their arms so high As if once more they would invade the sky . In such green Palaces the first Kings reign'd , Slept in their shades , and Angels entertain'd ; With such old Counsellors they did advise , And by frequenting sacred Groves grew wise ▪ Free from the impediments of light and noise , Man thus retir'd , his nobler thoughts imployes . Here Charls contrives the ordering of his States , Here he resolves his neighbouring Princes fates , What Nation shall have peace , where War be made Determin'd is in this Oraculous shade . The World from India to the frozen North Concern'd in what this solitude brings forth His fancy objects , from his view receives The prospect thought , and contemplation gives . That seat of Empire here salutes his eye To which three Kingdoms do themselves apply , The structure by a Prelate rais'd , Whitehall Built with the Fortune of Romes Capitol , Both disproportion'd to the present State Of their proud founders , were approv'd by fate . From hence he doth that Antique Pile behold , Where royal heads receive the sacred Gold , It gives them Crowns , and doth their ashes keep , There made like Gods , like mortals there they sleep . When others fell , this standing did presage The Crown should triumph over popular rage : Hard by that house where all our ills were shap'd The auspicious Temple stood , and yet escap'd : So Snow on Etna doth unmelted ly Whence rowling flames , and scattered Cinders fly ; The distant Countrey in the ruin shares What falls from Heaven the burning Mountain spares . Next , that capacious Hall he sees , the room Where the whole Nation doth for Justice come , Under whose large roof flourishes the Gown , And Judges grave on high Tribunals frown . Here , like the peoples Pastor , he doth go , His flock subjected to his view below , On which reflecting in his mighty mind No private passion doth indulgence find ; The pleasures of his youth suspended are , And made a sacrifice to publick care ; Here free from Court compliances he walks , And with himself , his best adviser , talks ; How peacefull Olives may his Temples shade For mending Laws , and for restoring trade , Or how his brows may be with Lawrel charg'd For Nations Conquer'd , and our bounds inlarg'd ; Of antient prudence here he ruminates , Of rising Kingdoms , and of falling States ; What ruling Arts gave great Augustus fame , And how Alcides purchas'd such a name . His eyes upon his Native Palace bent Close by , suggest a greater argument : His thoughts rise higher when he does reflect On what the World may from that Star expect VVhich at his birth appear'd , to let us see Day for his sake could with the night agree . A Prince on whom such different lights do smile Born the divided world to reconcile . VVhatever Heaven , or high extracted blood Could promise , or foretell , he will make good , Reform these Nations , and improve them more Than this fair Park from what it was before . Printed for Tho. Dring .